I looked down upon Odysseus and saw him as the Beggar. Maybe I, Zeus, have not tried to help him on his journey in the past, but things are different now. I will try to help him fight the Suitors. Athena, my daughter, will help fight them too. I’ve realized that Odysseus isn’t such a bad guy.
I send down my lightening bolt as a symbol to fight. I watch as Odysseus takes a shot at one of the Suitors. The fighting continues and the body count piles up.
I never really wanted to help Odysseus before. I never really thought he was worthy. He stabbed Polyphemus, Poiseidon’s son, after he promised he wouldn’t. He didn’t understand that Polyphemus needed to eat. Odysseus would have done the same thing if he had been Polyphemus. He injured him and that made me angry and aggravated. That made me so angry to the point where I really wanted to hurt Odysseus. Humans break promises all the time, but to break a promise to a God is something I cannot wrap my head around. I changed my about Odysseus though. I find him worthy now. I helped him win the battle against the Suitors.